Faolan's concentration was not broken so much by Aurel's question, as he had only heard half of it and didn't understand the German bit anyway, but by Lucien's reaction to it. It was not like the Frenchman to stumble, fumble, or otherwise be discombobulated. Faolan glanced over at him, adjusting the new glasses he had been given by Lucien and Aurel for his birthday. It hadn't been anything he'd asked for exactly, but after wearing them for reading, driving, and working, he admitted that they were a big help and had drastically reduced the strain on his vision that he used to experience daily. The birthday itself had been quite enjoyable, especially for Aurel, who had loved Lucien's beignets almost more than Faolan. Finally, he saw that the boy could actually eat.

He raised his eyebrow at the Nephilim, who was clearly put off by the child's question. Faolan knew that "fruend" in German simply meant friend, but he had to have missed something for Lucien to be acting this way...